The Hamster priest

The hamster priest invited me to come back to the parish but the back door was set four inches behind the front door and I sailed right through. I was quite upset. Looks like I was invited for public consumption and as time progressed he e-mailed me and told me he was scared of all people who ever wrote to Canada because they were spies. That of course includes me. He wanted no contact except "perhaps after services." I don't need to shake his hand on the way out. I won't even go there.